Jackal Among Snakes

A man pulled free a wooden hatch, tossing it to the side. He offered his hand to help up someone down below, but a big, gauntleted hand grabbed onto the wood. Galamon pulled himself up, then reached down and grabbed Argrave, hauling him second. Thirdly, Durran offered up Elenore, and he lifted her gently and set her aside. She winced when her prosthetic feet met the ground, and blood dripped down them slowly.

“Gods. Never seen the princess bloodied,” noted a woman standing by the door. She wore a wide-brimmed and plumed tellerbarret that partially hid long red hair, and cast a nice shadow over her pretty, scarred face. She bore lightweight chainmail, though much of it was concealed by ostentatious, puffy clothing. Argrave’s gaze lingered on her, vision dancing from his haze of blood loss.

“This is Melanie,” Elenore said, leaning against a wall. “She’s a native of Relize. She’ll be leading our caravan there, establishing contact with trustworthy people.”

“I know,” Argrave straightened, feeling like every part of him was sore. Melanie was yet another protagonist from ‘Heroes of Berendar,’ and he wasn’t eager to deal with this. “Clothes give it away.”

Galamon helped Durran and Anneliese up next, then knelt, peering down below. The elven vampire’s armor was bloodied and scratched, but any wounds he might’ve taken in his task of lighting the fires and fending back the royal knights had healed. The man who’d taken off the hatch put it back on, then wiped his hands away.

Argrave looked to be sure that Anneliese was watching, then questioned Melanie, “You’re working solely for Elenore?”

Melanie frowned, yet the scars near her eyes made her seem oddly amused nonetheless. “Don’t answer to you.”

“You do. Answer him,” Elenore said harshly, kicking off where she leaned against.

“No one else funding me, sweetie. The trust you’re showing is utterly flooring,” Melanie said in irritation.

Anneliese gave no indication the woman was lying. Argrave nodded and said, “Let’s be off.”

“Ought to have someone look at that bleeding,” Durran stopped Elenore.

The princess looked ready to refuse, but eventually she nodded. “Once we’re settled in the caravan.”

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The caravan they entered was quite a nice one. It was entirely enchanted wood, made for transporting large quantities of grain. The caravan they travelled with had many other carts, each and all identical to the one they resided. It would be a good veil for concealing their movements. Relize constantly had food transported to it—its population was too large to be sustained by local agriculture alone. They would raise no flags travelling this way. Melanie handled all operations outside.

and Anneliese, sandwiched between the two of them on a cushioned bench. He leaned with his back to the wall,

metal clamp around Elenore’s leg slowly loosened. It reminded Argrave of

doesn’t need to be so tight,” Durran told

crash to the floor,” she said through clenched teeth. As Durran

of the caravan travelling and Durran tending to Elenore. He was unimaginably thankful things had

Elenore said in a sigh. “It’ll take some time for me to get them, I’m afraid. I don’t think they’ll be lost. My men—they’re smart, they know how to hide things. They’ve been hiding from the

he told her simply, patting her shoulder and offering a smile. With that, he leaned his head

reigned for a time—another

he

cut open your skin. And this material itself—it’s heavy. And by the

at Durran’s lecturing, growing quiet for another

a huge profit based on what just occurred. I can turn ten rose gold coins into one hundred based on what happened in Dirracha. It is

head

princess slowly turned her head towards Argrave. The bottom of her lip was trembling. Her face seized up, and she leaned forward onto Argrave. He was puzzled for a few seconds, but her back started to heave.

her is pain, yet she wouldn’t just sell me out. And

hand to her back, holding her gently. He did nothing but soothe and wait, letting her speak. He listened intently, offering whispered words of comfort where he thought they fit. She deserved

them. Try to make sure I can save Therese, protect Vasquer…

nonsense behind you,” Argrave told her. “So we stop for a few days to

in the city is a surefire way to be found,”

most pragmatic thing—more often than not, they’re not mutually exclusive. This person… Therese, the one that got captured.

the heart of the palace. She’ll probably be executed now that her usefulness is at an end, or maybe disposed of quietly by Levin.” Elenore shook her head. “And Vasquer… I know Felipe won’t harm her. I know it. Why am I caught up

that. You do what you can—all that you can. It might be that what you learn

know…” Elenore leaned

know a lot more about you than

for a long while, and Argrave started to settle back into his

right. It doesn’t have its place. I’m meant to be a boon in your fight, not

life. Durran cries himself to sleep every night, muttering about Orion,” Argrave kicked the tribal lightly across from him. The tribal looked at him with